It seemed to bounce in my hands. I placed both hands on my ass cheeks, and then worked on my ass as if rubbing soreness away. "Oh Marc...! Your body, your face, you have it all. God you're beautiful you're just amazing, woman!" I could feel the sticky dampness of my juices soaking through my thong laced panties. I guess as a young over sexed teen, I had experienced on more than one occasion how wet my pussy became when I was engaged in the act of sex or thinking. I had made him a romantic dinner, which was now getting cold. I didn't care, this is where I wanted to be. We broke from our embrace and moved over to the settee, I removed his shirt and his sock' s and laid him down on his back. I wanted him to feel deserved of this attention. I un-buckled his belt and pulled down his zip, I released his erection which was standing proud and stiff and removed his boxer shorts. My tongue circled his balls, the blood was rushing to the head of his cock. It was. All work, and no play, makes Jayne an unexcited girl. Come to the conference room. Now. My heart palpitated in my chest with excitement and fear. Was this is it? Was I finally going to find out who my mystery man was? The short answer was no. When I got to the conference room all the lights were off. I stood at the end of the long, mahogany, conference table. I looked around the shadows of the room, trying to see if my man was with me. I jumped when the display screen flickered into life,. During this time I found a local telephone dating line that was mostly for hook-ups. I would often call it and get off talking with different men (and occasionally women). I loved hearing them cum and would almost always cum with them. Eventually we had a house built and moved into it. It was close to my office and gave me even more time in the mornings before work. It was during this time that I met a guy D who was wanting to experiment with someone like me. We hit it off on the phone and,.